Dera.
I adjusted my car’s mirror, humming along to “We Dye The World Red” by Bladez. It was another weekend, and that meant only one thing.
Art classes.
Zara was at Isabella’s, and I had planned to let all my frustration out on the clay. Today was going to be great day, whether he was going to be there or not.
That good feel aura lasted all of ten seconds.
She was here, the rude girl from last week. The tall one with the brown hair and loud voice. The one who had walked in like she knew Adrian better than she knew herself.
She was already standing near the front, talking to the instructor with that fake sweet smile people use when they want something.
I slowed my steps and watched, unsure if I was seeing right.
Then the instructor clapped her hands.
“Class, we have a new student
